I haven't really felt like blogging recently. And I can't think of what to say now. So, I shall instead post a short part of a story that I wrote because I had the idea for it, and I felt like writing it at the time. Currently called

The Evil Overlord Who Wasn't Quite Evil Enough

Which is quite a long name. Anyway, here's the story.

“My father wishes I were more evil,” Said the king, with no expression on his face. “He reminds me, even, not to call him father, but ruler before me; for he wants no son and therefore he cannot be my father.” “But sire,” said the newest advisor “Surely you are the most evil in the land?” “Perhaps,” Replied the king. “Besides my father. Under my rule, the people are not prosperous, but neither are they in total poverty. In the rule of my father before me, as he reminds me to no end, were like sheep. They stood by the roads, he said, with no expression on their faces, doing absolutely nothing. He had stripped them completely of emotion, and surely, that is the most evil deed of them all.” The new advisor looked perplexed. “Perhaps, sire, but for it all you are not a ruler whom one would look upon with pride and love, truth? You are perhaps not as evil as your father, but you are evil nonetheless.” The king looked at him with a slightly disdainful expression. “That is not enough for him.” He said simply. “Wait and I will show you what I speak of.” So they waited. A small time later, a knock came at the door. “Ah, here comes a perfect example, I presume” Said the king. He opened the door to find a gentleman standing there. “Hello, my king. May I come in?” Questioned the gentleman. “You may, but first answer me a question,” Said the king. “Have you come to kill me?” The rebel looked surprised for a moment, and then pulled out a gun. “Yes, indeed I have.” The king did not look surprised. “As you wish. Guards, take this man away.” From behind the open doors next to the rebel, two guards came out and apprehended the man. “Wh- what!?” Exclaimed the man. “Let me go!” The king seemed to study the rebel. “Take him down to the dungeon, have him tortured 3 times a week, and let him go after one month.“ He said, finally. “M’lord.” Replied the guards. “And so you see, my dear advisor, my father would have him killed instantly. I can not do so.” “But my king, all you need to do is simply give the order! One order and the man is dead.” Said the advisor. The king studied his advisor as he had studied the rebel. “No. I cannot kill him. For besides being naïve enough to think he can kill me, he has done nothing wrong. He is merely a fool attempting to take down an ever bigger fool. And the only reason he must do it alone is because the rest of the fools out there won’t even stand up to just another fool. And that is what makes them the biggest fools of all.”


Not much of a story, is it? Well, when I originally conceived it it was more of a movie (Thus the extensive dialogue) than a book.